audreykeyson

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Reposting again because I WANT

reach out

grab him

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Tipped Off

Wuh-oh. Poor tiny guy gets caught by a giant of dubious morality ;D

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Kole dug his fingers into the thick skin of the giant's palm holding him far too high up in the air, shaking like a leaf.

He scooched as best he could into the center of the hand despite how much it terrified him to be in it in the first place. Anything was better than being close to the edge, to seeing the fatal drop-off only inches away from his shivering form.

The giant's fingers were flattened straight out, offering no stability or handholds for Kole to desperately clutch onto. He'd never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

At his back, the human chuckled lowly, sending a warm gust of air against him that had the hairs against the back of his neck standing on end.

He swallowed convulsively, squeezing his eyes shut and hunching further into himself, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest in a poor imitation of a hug, desperate for comfort, but too terrified at the thought of taking his palms off the grounding support of his weak grip on the giant's skin.

Kole's eyes snapped back open wide as his world suddenly began to tilt.

As the palm beneath him began to tilt.

He frantically scrambled backwards as the giant's fingers tipped downwards and revealed the awaiting ground below. He felt himself sliding forwards, and a scream ripped free from his throat.

"No - please!" he pleaded, panic-struck, leaning backwards as far as he could to try to counteract the slant of the giant's palm. It wouldn't be enough - it already wasn't enough - and he could feel his grip slip. His heart leapt into his throat as he tumbled forwards and towards the awaiting precipice.

Only to be caught as, at the very last second, the giant's palm leveled back off, causing Kole to land against the being's thick, long fingers with a breath-expelling 'oof' and a choked off keen.

Over the edge of the tips of the human's fingers, the concrete ground so far below seemed to stare back up at him almost tauntingly, and a flashbulb picture of his body, bloody and broken, seared across his mind.

"Oops," the giant teased - teased - and Kole's shoulders rose to his ears as he scooted himself away from the edge once more. He ducked his head, and his lips trembled, his fingers white-knuckled where he once more had them clenched into the grooves of the human's skin.

He didn't want this. He didn't want to play this game. He didn't want to be played with like this was a game - like he was a game, or a thing to be played with. He didn't even know what this giant who had captured him wanted from him at all.

Did he want Kole to beg again? To cry and plead and debase himself for the chance at keeping himself alive?

Kole would do it. He would do anything as long as it meant he wouldn't be subjected to whatever horrible fate the giant could dole out to him as easy as anything. Wasn't that what the being had just done? Shown Kole how simple of a thing it would be to snuff out the borrower's puny, pointless existence?

Kole had never been caught by a human before, but he knew the stories. Even without them, it wasn't hard to imagine what a being so many times larger than him could do. Things even worse than just letting him go splat against the ground. Like step on him, or sit on him, or rip his limbs straight from his body without even exerting any strength, or bite him in half with its powerful jaws, or swallow his entire form whole, or crush him in the palm of its hand.

Kole shivered, fruitlessly attempting to dispel the thought as his awareness of where, exactly, he was in that moment seemed to hone in just that much more.

He just hoped the giant wouldn't keep him.

Perhaps any fate would be better than that.

Above him, there was a loud, impatient-sounding sigh, and Kole startled in shock upon realizing how long he must've been lost in his spiraling thoughts for, his muscles all at once tensing with renewed ferocity.

"You're no fun," the human complained, almost - almost disappointed-like, and Kole's blood froze solid with an unprecedented amount of dread. Dread that became warranted as the hand that had been holding him aloft, keeping him undisputedly as its prisoner but simultaneously, contrarily safe, was suddenly upturned.

The scream that tore its way out of Kole's throat was sharp and jagged as he went airborne, and in that instant he would've done anything to be back in the giant's hold.

Instead, he was free-falling to the cold, hard ground below him. The wind whistled in his ears offbeat from the blood pounding through his skull, his limbs splayed out at his sides as he desperately, uselessly, tried to slow his fatal descent.

The ground came closer and closer and closer, but Kole couldn't even force his gaze away from his imminent fate, his wind-stung eyes locked onto the rapidly approaching grey, flat ground.

It felt like both less than an instant and a million years had passed before something slammed into his side, and for a second Kole was too disorientated from the abrupt end to his fall to realize what had happened.

It was only as he blinked rapidly, feeling warmth seep into his terror-chilled bones from all around, that he realized.

The giant had caught him.

And all at once, it was too much.

His eyes abruptly welled with tears, and he was helpless to stop them. He opened his mouth to take in a desperately needed breath only to choke on a hiccuping sob.

He trembled violently, and it only worsened with every twitch of the human's monstrous fingers around him. Hot tears spilled over his pale cheeks, and he couldn't strangle the horrible-sounding whimpers that fell free from his twisted lips.

He barely had the presence of mind to hear the giant as it next spoke, and he might not have had its voice not been as overwhelmingly deep and reverberating as its kind's was known to be.

"I was just messing with you," it muttered, almost like it was uncomfortable with Kole's pathetic breakdown.

Kole didn't believe the human's words. Its actions were too careless, too cruel, to have been anything but malicious. He couldn't accept the thought that anyone - anything - with a single ounce of kindness, of compassion, in its heart would do such a thing.

The others had been right.

Humans were monsters, and a borrower's life meant nothing to them at all.

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poor bebe ;(

dumb dumb giant, where'd that big brain o' yours go??

#g/t #g/t community #giant tiny #giant/tiny #fear play #misunderstandings #g/t angst #g/t writing #g/t fearplay #little

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snnnznzzz little doodle before I go to sleep ok byeeeee

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YES. We definitely need a part 2

Not a Mouse Pt. 1

And here's a lil' dabble from a giant's POV this time; Unintentional Fear Play, here we come! :333

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Of all the times for the power to go out, it just had to be in the middle of the night right after Jack was sure he'd seen what had to be a mouse ducking behind his toaster.

Yeah, he'd wandered into the kitchen for a late night snack - unusual for him already, since he tended to go to bed early - and he'd snagged a couple pop-tarts from the counter 'cause he didn't want to bother with anything requiring more prep than they would. Then, as one does, he'd looked up as he headed to the toaster. Only, he did so just in time to see something dart behind the stainless steel appliance. Something had had definitely been too big to be any kind of bug. Which meant that it was probably a mouse - or worse, a rat.

To make matters even more terrible than they were quickly summing up to be, Jack didn't have time to do more than inhale in shock before a thunderous boom practically shook the house along with an accompanying crack of thunder, and all the lights went out, pitching the world into darkness.

Fuck.

He blinked rapidly, trying to get his eyes to adjust to the sudden loss of light while unconsciously shifting into a defensive position, his still sealed pop-tart held up like a weapon.

He quickly compartmentalized. One, the power was out, and by the loud crash nearby, it probably wouldn't be turning back on anytime soon. Two, there was a rodent in his kitchen.

As if to reinforce his thoughts, his ears pricked at the sound of a tiny, barely audible scuff, and he squinted his eyes in the direction of the sound, his brows furrowing low on his forehead when he realized it was from the same direction where he'd last seen his intruder, undeniably confirming its existence.

There was no way he was gonna be able to go back to bed while knowing that he had a damn rat in his apartment. Just the thought of it crawling all over his stuff, getting into his food, crawling over him while he slept - eugh. He shuddered in revulsion.

Hey, alright, he didn't have anything against mice or rats, not in general, but wild ones were known for being prime disease carriers for a reason: because they were. So he was very much against having one of the things in his home.

There was another little noise - it was sort of sharp and almost like a barely-there breath - and Jack steeled himself as he realized what he'd have to do.

He'd have to catch it - and fast. Before it had the chance to get away and do whatever it was that rats did after finding a home to inhabit. Like invite its little rat friends over or have a hundred baby rats in his walls. Yea. No thank you.

Fumbling around in the dark (which was thankfully not completely pitch black to him anymore as his eyes finally began to adjust), Jack grabbed one of the plastic food containers from the drying rack at his side, simultaneously dropping his pop-tarts back onto the counter.

The Tupperware was rectangular and of a decent size. He was sure the rat would fit comfortably inside once he caught it.

What he would do with it after he caught it? Well... he'd figure that out then.

Clutching the container tight in his hands, he crept closer to the soft little scuffling sounds that he was able to better pick up on as he approached his invader, and the noises seemed to pick up in their urgency the closer he got. His muscles tensed in preparation as he scoured the near-darkness for any little figure out of place, his heartbeat picking up its pace in his chest with both nerves and thready anticipation.

He roved his eyes over the countertop, and -

There!

A small blob of shadow - smaller than he'd been expecting - moved, and he reacted. His arms came down from above his head to slam the lidless Tupperware container down over of the thing, and he almost winced at the sound of the plastic slamming hard against the countertop.

In the exact same instant, a sharp, piercing cry cut through the air, and for the life of him, he couldn't help but think it sounded far less like a squeak and disturbingly more like a high-pitched, terrified scream.

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Dun Dun DUuuun.... Pt 2 ya think?

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oh how I would do anything to be held in a giants hand….

Handheld Aesthetic

#g/t #giant/tiny #handheld #size difference #giant tiny #macro micro #steven universe #night at the museum #natm #the bfg

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G/T Hear me out #17

Australian borrowers

They'd just be built different

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The perspective… holy cow

…no. Doctor Avery wouldn’t do that, would he?

[ The Art of Love and War - Chapter 7: Unmarked.] @fireflywritesgt has captured me with their story and universe and characters and there's no stopping this madness.

First draft + final lineart. I'm not extremely happy with the final result, especially since they don't look like Harry and Joe at all. But here we go :')

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Important Announcement!

After several weeks of planning, storyboarding, drawing, rendering and dealing with a frustrating amount of image upload difficulties, I’m happy to announce that my big project is finally finished!!

Behold, the newly rewritten and redrawn version of The Boy in the Walls webcomic:

It will now have longer episodes, better and more understandable dialogue, and be more organized. I’m so happy to be able to finally share it with all you lovely people! Please enjoy, and be sure to give me feedback on anything.

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@laurenandloki I miss the good ole days

Tom Hiddleston - The Essex Serpent S01E04

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G/t thought

Yeah, yeah, I love all the fluff and all the borrower/human and human/giant friendly stories and all the disappearing fear and friendship building, but… sometimes I need some angst. Some trauma. Some realistic fear. A borrower who has witnessed a human hurting/killing another borrower will not trust the human easily. Maybe the human/giant does something out of order when their angry. Or maybe they're just evil and don't care how they make the tiny feel. Hell, maybe they even like it when they're scared.

I live for some good angst.

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when someone irl jokingly asks if they’re “big and scary”

…bitch i WISH. Id sell my left kidney for g/t to be real. Also fearplay vibes lmao

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Oliver getting caught for the first time

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the price of being so small, you get to see EVERYTHING up close. a blessing and a curse

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Surprise cuddle attack

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happy birthday to pedro pascal 💜

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*drops this and disappears for another three months*

Been having fun with @reignwren and @funsizedcoffee, we put three tiny kids in the house of a Scottish man… only two of them actively steal from the crisps drawer. But then, they are attacked by the menace of the summer months… the six legged vampire

Mosquitos be damned

Well, the kiddo gotta forage tho

And Chap did that exactly… and much more…

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I am always a sucker for handhelds...